Through the Ages
by Medieval Liz
Summary: Once upon a time, there was a boy, a girl... and a Knight in shining armour! Why can’t anything be normal for the Hardy’s?
1. Chapter 1

**A/N: ** Hello again! Who'd have thought I'd have another story up again so quickly! It's not a long one, only a couple of chapters, and it has been finished and beta-ed. I'll be posting a chapter every Friday (Or thursday night, depending on how late I stay up). I hope you enjoy it, as it's a little different than my normal story.

-Liz

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**CHAPTER ONE**

The roar of the crowd couldn't mask the sound of metal clashing against metal. With each powerful strike of their swords, the two men battling in the arena drove those watching into a frenzy. The steady chant of "Black and White!" shouted against those yelling "Let's go Red!", added to the cacophony of noise.

Still, no one seemed to care.

Joe Hardy watched the fighting men with a mix of interest and amusement. His own cheers for the Red Knight were nothing compared to those of the young woman beside him. On her feet and screaming her support of the crimson clad fighter, Vanessa Bender was surprising him yet again. Who knew she'd be so into the re-enactment of a fight to the death?

Almost as surprising was the petite blonde standing next to his girlfriend and screaming just as loudly. Callie Shaw may have been several inches shorter than Vanessa, but the girl was definitely no slouch in the vocal department.

Chuckling at the sight of the two good friends, Joe glanced around them to where his brother sat cheering along with the rest of the crowd. A year older than Joe's seventeen years, Frank had been the one to suggest surprising the girls.

They had accepted a favour offered by one of the "Knights" working at the _Medieval Times Dinner & Tournament_ theatre in Lyndhurst New Jersey. After helping the man through a potentially bad situation, he'd graciously arranged for the brothers and their girlfriends to spend the day at the Castle. They had spent the afternoon on a personally guided tour behind the scenes, ending with them donning medieval style clothing – provided by the theatre – to enjoy the evening's show.

All at once, the cheers of those in the coloured section around him intensified and the crowd was on their feet. He had missed the end of the fight, but it was obvious by the reaction that the Red Knight had emerged victorious.

Vanessa slumped into her seat, her face almost as red as the flag that adorned the table in front of them. She was laughing and holding her hand against her chest as she looked at him. "I'm not going to have a voice left tomorrow at this rate!"

He laughed along with her and offered her his goblet of water. "I take it you're having fun then?"

Suddenly, she was leaning in to him, her lips pressing against his in a rather passionate kiss. Once again their entire section erupted into cheer, having witnessed the public display.

When the blondes reluctantly parted a moment later, their companions were watching them with amused smiles. Callie was leaned back against Frank, his arm wrapped around her waist and holding her to him. She tilted her head back to look at her boyfriend. "What do you think? A ten?"

Frank met Joe's sapphire-like gaze and shook his head. "An eight. Eight point five tops."

The infamous Joe Hardy grin curled his lips as he draped an arm over Vanessa's shoulders. "Did you not hear the crowd?"

"Yea," Vanessa agreed, sticking out her tongue.

Callie laughed and Frank rolled his eyes. "Fine. A nine."

"We can live with a nine," Vanessa giggled, a teasing gleam to her slate coloured eyes, "and keep practicing for that ten."

Joe nuzzled at her neck. "I like the sound of that!"

"Bouquet for thy Ladies, M'lords?" A girl dressed as a peasant was walking through the crowd, a basket full of flowers hooked over her elbow. She was smiling at the couples. " Ten florins each?"

Frank returned her smile and reached for his wallet. "My Lady does like her flowers. The daisies, please."

Callie was beaming as the girl handed her a bunch of the friendly white flowers, bound together with a silver silk ribbon. She kissed his cheek lightly. "They're beautiful, thank you!"

Vanessa turned her head to Joe and stuck her lower lip out in an exaggerated pout. He looked over her head at his brother. "The lilies?"

Frank shook his head and sighed, handing the girl a twenty. "The lilies as well, please."

With another quick kiss to Joe's lips, Vanessa accepted the pale pink flowers from the girl. "Thank you."

The girl curtsied and carried on through the crowd.

"You do realize you're going to have hard time topping this," Vanessa said as she held the bouquet to her nose and inhaled the sweet fragrance of the flowers. "The gowns, the flowers…"

"We figured this will get us off the hook for a while now," Frank once again had his arm around Callie. "Birthdays, anniversaries, Christmas, Valentine's…"

Callie smacked the older boy's arm playfully. "Oh shush you!" She looked over at her friend's bouquet with a sudden curiosity. "I thought you wanted the lilies, Van?"

"They are lilies," she replied as she held the flowers out for Joe to smell.

"That doesn't look like a lily to me," Frank nodded to the bundle, seeing now what his girlfriend was referring to.

Among the six petalled flowers were a few unusual blossoms. Only a single petal, white in colour with purple streaks flowing from its core, bloomed from within three green leaves. Definitely not a lily, it still added a beautiful contrast to the pink blossoms.

"Huh," Vanessa's own curiosity was piqued as she noticed the flower. "I don't think I've ever seen it before. Where's the flower girl? We can ask her."

Joe shook his head. "We can look it up online later." He motioned to the dirt floor of the arena below. "It looks like the second act is about to start."

All thoughts of the strange blossom were forgotten as the show continued.

The volume once again rose to near deafening volumes, and minutes later a headache had begun to throb behind Joe's eyes. At first he was able to ignore it, enjoying the battles and drama being enacted for them. But as time passed it got worse. Not only his headache, but he was finding it hard to catch his breath and tightness was starting to spread across his chest.

Frank must have noticed his new-found disinterest in the show, for he leaned across Callie. "Joe, you okay?"

He nodded carefully, aware of a trio of eyes now regarding him worriedly. "Yea-" he held his fist to his mouth as he coughed a couple of times when he attempted to speak. He took a sip of water from his goblet. "I think I just need some air."

Getting unsteadily to his feet, he felt Vanessa's hands on his waist as the world suddenly spun around him.

It came on suddenly; the all too familiar closing of his windpipe followed quickly by the weakening of his limbs. His knees were the first to give beneath his weight and he heard Vanessa scream his name as he collapsed against her.

Stronger hands were there in an instant and he knew it was his brother helping him to the floor.

As the darkness overwhelmed him, he heard his brother's frantic cry for help.


	2. Chapter 2

**A/N: **My apologies! I missed Friday's update before I ended up working all day. Sorry! Thank to everyone who's left reviews. This story is a little different than my normal style, but I hope you're all enjoying it.

On to chapter two!

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**CHAPTER TWO**

The inability to draw a breath banished the thoughts of pain from his mind. It felt as though a large stone was pressing down on his chest, hindering his attempts to breathe. In the distance there was a thundering of hoof beats and a frantic voice calling his name. He couldn't see past the brilliant light that obscured his vision, and he wondered briefly if this was what death was like.

"Joseph!"

A familiar voice was next to him and the strong grip on his shoulders reassured him that he was no longer alone.

"Joseph?"

He felt the gentle tapping against his cheek and, with a sudden gasp of air, the imagined stone impeding his breathing was gone.

"Easy, easy… just the wind knocked out of thee… breathe slowly Highness…"

Steadily, with every breath, the blinding light dimmed and he was aware of himself once more.

Deep brown eyes, heavy with worry, looked down on him; a stark contrast to the light blue sky high overhead. Rich dark brown hair fell loosely onto the shoulders of the man's crimson surcoat. Embroidered on the chest were two gold lions, their talons and extended tongue painted a royal blue.

"How fare thee, Prince Joseph?"

"Like I was just thrown from my horse and down a damnable hill," he groaned. Attempting to laugh, but only succeeding in a ragged cough, he extended his own mailed fist. "Help me rise, Franklin."

A wry grin touched the other man's lips as they grasped each other by the wrists. With ease, the knight pulled him to his feet. Joseph smoothed out his ivory tunic, hands brushing over the crowned image of a violet lion, as he glanced around the thinly wooded area at the base of the hill. "Where is that infernal beast?"

Franklin was looking him over carefully and removed his mail gauntlet when he eyed the blood and swelling at Joseph's temple. "Halfway back to the castle, I'd wager – bolted the instant he had thrown thee."

Deceptively gently fingers ministered to the injured area, eliciting a hiss of pain from the prince's lips. "Mind thyself, friend," Joseph teased as he drew away from the touch. "My father shall be most displeased if thou were to break me further."

"Perhaps then thou wouldst ride more carefully," Franklin answered the jest as he walked a few feet away and gathered the reins to his mount. "T'was meant to be an amiable challenge to pass the time. Why risk breaking thy neck to best me? None have done so yet, and thou would not have been the first."

"Were it not for the cursed serpent that spooked my horse, the bard would be singing the outcome differently." The prince chuckled, only to wince and moan lowly at the pain that lanced through his head.

The knight walked back, guiding the stallion toward the Prince. "Take the horse, Highness; thy mother needs tend to that injury."

"'Tis nothing," Joseph gingerly shook his head, pleased when the pain did not return. "Besides, I would be remiss were I to leave thee to walk the leagues back on thy own. War is upon the horizon, my friend. The enemies of Leon would do well to strike against the son of the Duke of Normandy. Thy death within our borders would no doubt bring an end to the peace between thy father and mine."

Franklin smiled sardonically. "Is that concern I hear in thy voice, friend, or perhaps thou loathe returning without thy bodyguard at thy side?"

Bright blue eyes sparkled guiltily. "Perhaps I would not mind the delay, for 'tis not every day one meets his greatest fear face to face!"

"Thy greatest fear?" Franklin regarded his friend in amusement before laughing heartily and clasping him on the shoulder. "I shall remember to tell thy betrothed that!"

"Jest as thou like," Joseph grumbled, "but it is I that is being subjected to an arranged marriage. Just wait until thy father summons thee back to Normandy to take a bride not of thy choosing."

"Willingly, if my father asked it of me," his companion spoke seriously, all laughing forgotten, "but one of my brothers shall wed and rule. Not I. So I serve my father as I can. But thou art the sole heir to the throne of Leon. Whisperings of war have been murmured in thy father's ear for months. If a union between his only son and the Princess of Castile gives hope against the English threat, then that is what should be."

The prince sighed. "Aye, as always thou art the voice of logic Franklin."

The Knight smiled again. "Come, we should return. Thy father will want thee present when the Princess and her escorts arrive." With practiced simplicity, Franklin lifted himself into the animal's saddle. Leaning down the length of the beast, he offered his hand to the prince. "We can make it by nightfall, if Agrippine does not falter beneath both our weights."

Joseph allowed himself to be swung on to the back of the horse and gripped tightly as Franklin spurred the animal forward.

The pair was still an hour's time from the castle, nearly two leagues, and the sun had begun to set, when Joseph felt Franklin tense in front of him. Slowing the horse, the Knight shifted his hand from the reins to the pommel of his sword.

"What is it?" the prince peered around his friend.

A tree, along the edge of the road, had fallen and now blocked the way.

Franklin's eyes scanned the tree-line that surrounded them. "This was not present when we passed earlier."

There was an unease in the air, palpable and alarming. Joseph sought out his own weapon hanging at his side. "T'was not meant for a rider; not for us."

"Aye," Franklin dismounted, never taking his eyes off the trees, "but a carriage and its escorts would be forced to stop."

"The caravan from Castile. The Princess would have to journey this route, 'Tis the only road that leads to the city from the east." Joseph lifted himself as if to follow, but the knight halted him with a motion of the hand.

"If that be true," his voice was low, his eyes burning with sudden determination, "the brigands will be lying in wait. They have yet to strike, so take this chance and ride for the castle."

He glanced around, uncertain if the dangers were real and not imagined. "Perhaps we are mistaken. Trees do fall of their own accord, Franklin."

"The woods are too quiet," Franklin gripped the hilt of his weapon tighter, and Joseph finally heard the silence. "Ride on, Highness, and bring back thy father's knights. I shall clear the way for the Princess and her escorts."

The young royal felt his concern simmer beneath his anger. He leaned down at hissed at his companion, "I can not leave thee here!"

"Thou can, and thou wilt!" Franklin snapped. "This is why I am here, Joseph. Why my father bid me from Normandy; to serve as thy protector, thy brother in arms, to unite our families and keep the peace. Thou wouldst be a grand prize, Joseph, greater than the Lady of Castile. Now ride on!"

With a vicious slap to the animal's haunch, Joseph had the choice taken from him. The horse leapt over the fallen log, bolting forward despite the prince's attempt to stop it. In seconds Franklin was no longer in site.

And beneath the thunder of galloping hooves, he thought he heard the ringing of clashing swords.


	3. Chapter 3

**A/N: **OMG, I totally forgot about this story!! I can't believe I actually forgot that I was publishing a story! That's never happened, especially when the story is finished and just waiting to be uploaded! I am so very sorry everyone!

There's really not much more that I can say, except here's the last two chapters! Yeesh! I can't beleive I did that...

Sorry y'all! Thanks to Chromde for the review that reminded me this story existed!

-Liz

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**CHAPTER THREE**

The rhythm of the crashing hooves sounded heavily as the prince struggled to bring the horse under control. He had not been prepared for the steed's sudden sprint and hadn't had the chance to grab the reins. No doubt, something that Franklin counted on when the Knight struck the beast.

Joseph fought not to think of the ground moving swiftly beneath him as he gripped the saddle horn with one hand and reached toward the bridle with the other. It took several tries before his fingers snatched the leather thongs, and with one frantic pull he managed to slow the horse's gait. Seconds later, he stopped.

In the few minutes he'd ridden, he'd travelled at least a half league from where he'd left his companion.

He glanced back the way he had come, his horse turning in place as its rider debated his next course of action. He was nearing the edge of the woods and he knew that it would be prudent to continue on to the City of Leon; gather the Knights. But Franklin was facing an unknown enemy in unknown numbers. No matter his skill, the Normandy royal would fall in time.

For Joseph, there was no choice.

Digging the heels of his boots into Agrippine's flanks, the prince pulled on the reins and shot back the way he came.

The waning light of the day made the journey back into the woods precarious and he was forced to go slower than he would have liked. The trees were still as he strained to hear anything above the sound of the horse's canter, as though the woodland creatures could sense the danger lurking within the growing shadows. He neared a bend in the path, vaguely remembering the ambush lie not much further, when he saw a figure immerge from the tree line.

Even in the dim light, she was stunning.

Wayward strands of ash-blonde hair framed the delicate, heart-shaped face and the ebony trim of her golden gown was tattered and torn in places. Her slate blue eyes glowered at him as he drew up on the reins and stopped the animal, her hand immediately raising the miniature crossbow into deadly position; aimed at his heart.

Joseph steadied the weary horse beneath him, and found words failing him. The determination masking the hint of fear in those beautiful eyes snared the breath from his chest. His heart leapt wildly as he drank in the sight of her.

There could be no doubt as to who she was, but Joseph found that her description had been unable to do justice to the statuesque beauty before him now.

Slowly, unable to take his gaze from her, he lifted himself from the saddle and onto the ground.

She narrowed her eyes at him and took a step back. "Mind thy distance, Sir."

With a blink, the prince held his hands aloft. "I mean thee no harm, Lady Vanessa."

The Castile princess was scrutinizing him as much as he had done to her. He watched her lower her gaze to the emblem on his pale tunic and comprehension filled her breathtaking eyes, followed quickly with relief. She lowered her weapon.

"Your Highness," her head bowed and she started to curtsy when he gently touched her shoulders to halt her.

"Now is not the time, My Lady," He said, a faint smile teasing his lips. He lifted her chin with his finger to bring her stare once more to his. "Formal introductions shall have to wait. But I pray thee tell, why art thou alone in these woods?"

A pale rose blush coloured her cheeks at his touch yet she did not shy away. "We heard sounds of battle and thy countrymen who escorted the caravan directed the carriage off the road. My maids and I were forced to jump when we were overrun by brigands. We became separated and I cannot find my guards, nor thy knights."

"It would seem not all are in favour of our union, Highness," he sighed heavily, reluctant to look away from her yet needing to search their surroundings. "'Tis not safe to stay here. Thou may have been followed. Come. We shall find thy escort together."

He led to the horse. "My apologies that it is not a lady's saddle.

With a glance over her shoulder, and a smile surely mocking the prince, she grabbed hold the saddle and effortlessly pulled herself onto the animal. Her leg swung over and she eased herself into straddling the animal's back. "I am no frail flower, Milord."

"No," there was no disguising the amused smile Joseph wore, "I see that thou are not."

Lady Vanessa smiled down at him, reaching out with a delicate hand, when her eyes widened at the sight of something behind him.

He spun quickly, narrowly avoiding the heavy mace that was swinging toward his head. Agrippine reared up at the sudden movement and the princess fought to keep the animal under control. Joseph moved away from horse and rider, keeping the bandit's attention on him as he drew his own weapon.

Mace and sword clashed. The vibration of the thin steel hummed in the prince's hand as the two men attacked and parried. They were equally agile, but Joseph had training the man did not. With swift and grim determination, the royal dispatched his adversary without difficulty.

It was then he saw two more approaching.

"Lord Morton wants them both alive," the larger of the two instructed, rushing forward to grab the horse's reins.

As Joseph squared off against the second bandit, he saw the princess strike out at the first. Her slippered foot struck the man in the shoulder, driving him back a step. Distance enough for her to bring the miniature cross bow to aim and fired the bolt. With deadly accuracy it left the hand held weapon and pierced the brigand's throat.

A moment later, with the third and final assailant dispatched, Joseph dourly wiped the blood from his blade before return it to the leather scabbard at his waist.

Lady Vanessa skilfully guided the animal toward him. "Who is Lord Morton?"

Joseph was scowling. "He is the king's cousin. His son is next in line for the throne if-"

"Anything shouldst happen to thee?"

"Aye." He stood next to the animal, gazing up at the Lady Vanessa. "Long has Lord Morton coveted my father's crown, but to make such a bold move as this…?"

He shook his head before lifting himself into the saddle behind the princess. His heart pounded beneath his breast at the closeness of the two, the intoxicating scent of her hair enticing him as he reached around her waist and took the reigns from her. He closed his eyes, breathing it in, and found his head lowering to the nape of her neck. .

"Thou art trembling," he whispered huskily.

Her faced turned to his, their lips a hair's breathe apart. "My Lord…"

He wanted to kiss her; to feel her full lips against his and taste the sweetness of her. He felt himself tilting his head through the space between them but stopped himself.

It wasn't proper.

He drew back, tightening his hold on the reigns. "Thy escort shall be looking for thee." Joseph spurred Agrippine forward again.

"Saints be praised!"

Joseph smiled warmly at the soldier that greeted them as the pair approached. "Hail to thee as well, Sir Thomas."

"Highnesses," the older knight of Leon bowed his head respectfully. "Relieved am I that thou art well, Princess. I regret my men-"

"The fault," Lady Vanessa interrupted the man gently, "lies not with thee, Sir Thomas. The highwaymen that lay in ambush carry the burden of guilt, not thee or any of thy men."

The knight bowed lower. "Thou art very kind, my Lady." Raising his head, Thomas met the prince's eyes. "We feared thee taken by the bandits as well when we learned thou were near, Prince Joseph."

"There was trouble," the prince admitted, "but naught I could not handle." Lady Vanessa turned to look at him over the shoulder with an eyebrow raised in question, and Joseph smiled warmly. "With thy aid, of course, Princess."

The man's words suddenly seemed to sink in and Joseph gave his attention back to the knight with a frown. "Taken as well? I rode with the Duke of Normandy's son. Was he-"

Thomas raised a hand, halting the young royal's frantic enquiry. "There had been sounds of battle, but as we approached the area we found only the outlaws lying in wait. They scattered and when we gave chase we came upon several men attempting to spirit Sir Franklin away. He had been wounded and is being tended to by one of the Lady's Maids."

Relief filled his senses as he lowered himself from the saddle. "Where?"

The older man gestured to the recovered carriage. "There, my lord."

"See to the Princess," he held the horse's reins out to the Knight before glancing up at Lady Vanessa. "If thou wilt pardon me, my Lady?"

"Of course, Highness," she said.

Hurrying through the throng of Knights and Soldiers from both kingdoms, Prince Joseph made his move towards of the carriage. Looking up through the opened door, he spied his friend resting across the bench. A petite woman, golden haired and in a sullied gown, finished securing a strip of cloth about the man's abdomen.

"Thy armour took the brunt of the damage, milord," she spoke soothingly, "but it would be wise to have the cut cleaned and sewn upon our arrival at the castle."

Franklin groaned softly as the woman helped him adjust his mail shirt and blood stained tunic back over the wound. Their hands touched and Joseph smiled as the contact lingered. "I shall, thank thee."

"Thou wilt listen to a beautiful woman, but not to me?"

The pair jerked apart at the sound of Joseph's voice, eliciting a moan of pain from the Knight at the sudden movement. With a blush rising to her light brown eyes, the maid bowed to the prince before accepting his hand as she climbed out. She mumbled an embarrassed by-your-leave and left to find her mistress as Joseph climbed into the carriage.

Kneeling on the floor of the carriage, Joseph regarded his friend with worry. The knight's face was visibly pale beneath the layer of blood and dirt and his sword hand was pressed against his injured side. Rebuking dark eyes scowled at him. "Thou should not have returned, Highness."

"And thou should not have stayed behind," he scolded. Joseph sighed and placed a gentle hand on Franklin's shoulder. "They could have killed thee, my friend."

The Normandy royal shook his head balefully. "They wanted the capture, not the kill."

"And still they tried to skewer thee," Joseph motioned to where the wound lay hidden.

"An errant strike," Franklin assured him with a wane smile, only for it to falter before fading. "They were Lord Morton's men."

Pursing his lips, the prince nodded. "Aye. It seems his desire for the throne has increased."

"He has grown bolder," Franklin agreed with a sigh, "To attempt the abduction of the Princess of Castile so close to the City of Leon. The capture of myself or thee would have given him even greater power over thy father. The King's cousin will deal not with this defeat well."

"Thou believe he shall dare try again?"

The knight nodded. "Thy father must be warned. If news of a threat from within the borders of Leon were to reach the English…"

"An alliance between Morton and the English? 'Tis a frightening thought, Franklin."

"Aye, very frightening."


	4. Chapter 4

**Story Title: Through the Ages**

**Chapter Number: Four**

**Author: Medieval Liz**

**E-mail address: medieval_**

**CHAPTER FOUR**

"Joe?"

The air felt thick, heavy, and oppressive as he struggled back to reality.

"Joe, baby? Can you hear me?"

Something pressed over the bridge of his nose and down around his mouth.

"Come on baby brother, open your eyes."

He breathed in, a faint hissing sound accompanying it, the air tasting vaguely of plastic. He inhaled again with the same results, but this time he understood why.

There was an oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose.

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

Hovering over him were Frank and Vanessa, their eyes brimming with worry.

"What happened?" He asked with an exhausted groan.

"The strange blossoms in my bouquet," Vanessa answered tearfully. "They were Cardamom flowers."

"Apparently," Frank placed a gentle hand on Joe's shoulder, "you're just as allergic to the pollen as you are to the spice from the seeds."

Blinking tiredly he looked around. He was inside of a large room, lying on a stretcher laid out on the floor. He could hear the sounds of voices not far away and noticed a lot of people in medieval garb standing nearby. An older man, probably not much younger than their father, knelt beside him. The guy was packing up a first aid kit.

"This is Thomas, the onsite medic." Vanessa explained when she saw his questioning gaze. "He and some of the knights were able to carry you into the staging area."

"You're lucky we have a supply of EpiPens in the first aid kit." The man smiled.

"We have a couple in the emergency kit in our van," Frank told the man, "in case something like this happens. My girlfriend ran out to the parking lot with one of your employees to get one. I never thought to bring one inside with me. Cardamom spice isn't very commonly used and I didn't think we'd have to worry about it here. Who knew I had to look out for the flower."

"At least you're prepared," Thomas nodded his approval. "A lot of kids your age wouldn't have such forethought. I've seen it too many times in my years here."

Feeling a little better, Joe slid the oxygen mask from his face and sat up with Vanessa's help. "Sorry I ruined out date, Van."

The statuesque blonde leaned in and kissed him tenderly, much to the approval of those around. But the hoots and cat-calls from the actors didn't bother Joe in the least. He willingly became lost in the electrifying sensation that came with his girlfriend's kiss.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard Thomas instructing his brother to get him checked at the nearby hospital, just to make sure there were no complications. Frank assured the man he would.

A moment later, after several attempts to interrupt the enamoured pair, Frank successfully got his brother's attention. "As you were coming out of it, you were mumbling an awful lot. Were you dreaming?"

"Could you make out what I was saying?"

"Not really, but it seemed pretty intense."

Joe glanced around, watching briefly as everybody had gone back to their business. Horses were being moved to their stables, the actors were being helped out of their costumes, and all of it niggled familiarly at his consciousness.

He had dreamt… something.

He just couldn't remember.


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